Your happiness should not be able to attach to my understanding, fused into the same composition of the substance, but the imagery can be.
The leaves of the branches extend into a large umbrella, and the shadows of the trees hide the tiny fragments of the morning and evening sunshine, and there are many shoe prints of light dust that can not be lifted.
The tree bank is perched, recalling the silent flavor of Qiu Lan, wave by wave, listening to the endless silent prayers of sleep sand migration back.
That little by little to draw from, how can a cascade, only so little by little.
Perform a midsummer night symphony, in your clear eyes like starry water.
One-sided situation is no longer repeated, only because no one is happy to repeatedly trust the wolf really came.
A quiet book, the thoughts slide through the paper swing like swinging out of childhood.
Thinking about the current of the leaf seems to lead to every door, drunken shadow of the magpie, sleeping in the nest of the chest.
The mood announced the temptation of the smell of attraction, the pheromones of the worm also elegantly round a tango.
In a flash, there is nothing but color around, nothing but a labyrinth built by the thirsty garden of dreams.
In the darkness, looking at their own wreckage and swaying, the dream is riding on the afterglow, constantly regurgitating.
A long way from the light, footprints all over the Department, always in the need to go to perhaps leave before picking a suitable camouflage peacefully through .
Mo think of the virtual sentiments, looking for ethereal trance thoughts, wind and snow pen end, big pearl small pearl disk key .
Shakespeare The Tempest A Midsummer Night's Dream Classic LinesThe Tempest Classic Lines:
1. Don't wander under the trees, don't brood in the rain, don't shed tears in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you have the courage to face up to look up, you will find that the score of the gloom is but a short rainy season. Look forward, there is a bright sky, will not make people feel at a loss.
- Shakespeare's The Tempest
2, 'Let us not weigh the misfortunes of the past on our memories.'
(Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.)
--Shakespeare's The Tempest
3. 'It's like falling into a thick fog! There must be a supernatural power directing such things there.'
(This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; and there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of.)
--Shakespeare, The Tempest
4. 'Soon we shall have leisure, and I will be able to answer you for all these wonders, that you may understand that it is not impossible for all this to happen.' Now please be happy and think of everything in a good light.'
(At pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you, Which to you shall seem probable, of every These happen'd accidents. till when, be cheerful And think of each thing well.)
--Shakespeare's "The Tempest"
Classic lines from "A Midsummer Night's Dream":
1. All vile weaknesses are called insignificant in love, and become beautiful and solemn. Love sees with the mind without the eyes, and therefore Cupid, who bears wings, is often depicted as blind; and the judgment of love is wholly irrational, and manifests reckless acuteness by using only the wings without the eyes, so that Eros is said to be a child, for he often errs in his choice.
-- Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
2. Woman,
When someone is crying for you,
Can you find the direction that you should go,
With a fascinating and charming voice. p>
With charming face, alluring incense and gorgeous teardrops, high and proud,
Step into that holy temple
-- Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
3. His words were like a tangled piece of chain, not lacking, but all disordered.
- Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
4. To lose, not necessarily to have again, to turn around and embrace, not necessarily the weakest.
- Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
5. The manifestation of these phantoms is nothing but the delusion of a dream;
This boring episode is really as absurd as a powerless dream.
- Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream
6. This little purple flower,
Still bears the scar of Eros's arrow,
Let the power of its elixir
reach out to the world and make the world a better place.
Reach into the center of its eyes.
When the time comes for him to see her,
Let her show her solemn and wonderful appearance,
Like Venus illuminating the heavenly court,
Let him plead with her politely.
- Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream
An Autumn Rain and a ColdAn Autumn Rain and a What? Sichuan Lao Luo looked at me with a smile and asked. A fall rain a cold colleague said this crepuscular sentence. An autumn rain a cold, a spring breeze a warm old Luo eyes looking out of the window as a woman obsessively repeating the sentence, the eyes are long, as if pasted to the window of a building of two kilometers away from a high building.
Autumn came, it is an indisputable fact. Although midday is still very hot, but the morning and evening has revealed the baldness of summer, outside the window is an empty silhouette piled up with broken bricks and tiles of the wasteland, spring to summer, the rubble in the middle of the dense growth of artemisia into the Canzhi wall of artemisia, artemisia in the summer under the fumigation of steam can be emitted out of the kind of special flavor, the summer wind a sent from the window poured in as if the corner of the house is full of artemisia trees, as if he walked in the artemisia densely born in the middle of the rubble. But these days seems to be that kind of odor faded a lot, only occasionally memory lifting sip up the nose when, can feel the faint residue.
Walking on the tree-lined road, the wind from the verdant branches slipped down, cool as water poured on the sweaty back of the heart, the skin is slightly cold, but the heart felt very surprised, no euphonious preparations, and even less sentimental maneuvers, that the illusion of a slight cold seems to be in the bones, the face of the fast and restless became serious, the expression became as thoughtful up, as if the cold winds stirred up some memories.
It seems to have lost a lot, what is it? And I can't say. Just feel sorry, just feel incredibly sad, really want to turn over the page and then uncovered. If you ask me why I want to reveal, what do I want to do in the past? Speechless, I can't answer myself, because I never imagined that I would have such an obsession, and I don't have the courage to embellish the old times with another pen. Eyes looking into the distance, such as childhood rainy days, looking at the rain drops hanging down from the eaves in the marigold-shaped puddle splash, splash, puddle in the middle of the tumbling of the bright eye of the silt, as white as white onion roots, such as a magnet in the eyes of the hard pull of the past, forgetting to play with their peers, forgetting the rain in the running water at the edge of the stabbing stabbing stabbing water back to the loaches, and the three-finger width of the crucian carp woman. Unspeakable demented, let a person's heart anxious to stay, I saw myself at that time, not to mention the way I look into the distance, but I can imagine that the eyes than the old Luo to have the possibility to be longer.
Autumn is coming, a season to be another season to rotate. Perhaps a mood is also to be replaced by another mood. Every day when you walk into the yard, can not help but cover the hand in front of the forehead, squinting towards the sky, the sky a lot, but also a lot of blue, a lot of clean, far-reaching clean sky as if the heart of the mirror into a pure land, a stream of springs around the light, grasses, can be smelled from afar leaves hair mellow such as the wine fragrance of the place, but also every two or three miles can be heard murmuring sound of the water flow, there is no human feet disturbed, there is no hooves embellished, only the bird in its upper The only thing is the birds spreading their soft wings and crowing their pleasant chirps. This is just a kind of imagination, countless times of imagination, it only exists in my heart, or dream, is the heart can never caress the illusion, is such as the sudden arrival of the fall of that sentimental, I had countless times want to remove this kind of sentiment from the heart, but I have never done it, because a change of seasons, the change of things, it will be overturned in my painstakingly cover, riding on the wind from which corner I do not know drilled, with the The golden color of the leaves, with the slight coolness of the rain, from all directions towards me, drowning me. I changed countless struggling positions, but without success.
An autumn rain is cold. I used to imagine the mood of the person who made this poem, whether it was the pain of a strong man or the sadness of a jade woman burying her flowers.
I don't want to think about it!
Looking out the window, I saw the wind turning the top of the green trees like pouring lotus. A piece of two pieces of three pieces of four or five leaves, in the cold wind, a little sigh, pause for half a moment and then suddenly plunged down, as if it could not bear what, hovering in the air like a child in the water, holding up his hands sinking and floating, floating and sinking can not bear to see again.
An egret flying from afar, from a clean blue background by a small white dot, gradually enlarged into a white W or M, that white is not it just from the sky white clouds drilled out of the dyed, or that touch of white is the last night's new rain to the rinsing of out, it has not read the sentence I read countless times can not be happy with the empty mountains after the new rain, the weather Xiao Lai Autumn. Maybe read and understand, you see it that flying posture, is so calm, so elegant.
Sentences describing the clarity of the water1, the clear stream reflects the green hills, reflecting the blue sky, beautiful. The stream, like a quiet girl, flows quietly every day, accompanied by rolling hills, accompanied by kind and simple people, constituting a beautiful picture.
2, meandering, crystal clear stream from my feet, I just came back to the wonderful music from the head, the stream in my greeting, I found, in the bright sunshine, she looks like a silver dragon in the tumbling, jumping.
3, under the spring there is a small piece of green stone paved with a shallow pool, the area of some water, every grain of sand at the bottom of the pool can be seen clearly, and from time to time to dial up the sand, the spring water is rarely turbid, but soon, the sand is beautifully immersed in the bottom of the pool, the spring water is still so clear.
4. In summer, the babbling water in the brook is clear and transparent, in the green grass, flowers, the wind surrounded by the joy of running forward.
5. In the spring, the brook tinkled and flowed, like a sentimental girl humming a beautiful song. The bottom of the brook, a fish leisurely swim in the stream, one can not help but stop and look. In the center of the stream, there are a few large stones, dark and shiny. The stream crashes and splashes add to the fun.
6, ancient trees, peaks surrounded by a strong piece of mountain rock stacked haphazardly, enclosing a large stream. The water is still, very slowly flowing, like a liquid with concentration, yet so clear. A few small, unknown fish swam lazily under the water, and occasionally fought to leap in and out of the water, sending up layers of ripples.
7, into the cherry groove, along the murmuring sound of the water to the brook, the brook is clear, crystal clear, the bottom of the stream cobblestones, small rocks and grass are clearly visible, flowing happily. Along the creek, upstream, did not go far, see a bend in the clear pool, which is probably the creek resting place, the pool water is clear and deep, occasionally fish swim out of the water for food, the small pool water ripples, circles, the breeze blew, slowly dispersed, mischievous fish, is always stirring the pool water, attracting tourists to stop and watch, almost forget to go to the mountains to enjoy the beauty of the scenery.
8, in front of the school flows a nameless stream, curved, the stream is bright and clear, the two sides of the stream is rolling green hills, luxuriant forests, mountain hollows are very quiet, running water bubbling, the breeze, every day when I walk in the creek, I always feel that the world is a clean and pure.
9, the stream is always so clear and green, which makes the bottom of the soft mud and water plants can not hide, perhaps they also want to breathe fresh air, to the sun to come together. Some fine algae green, long, with the current and dance.
10, the stream is so clear, the stream reflected in the shadow of the blue sky, reflected in the shadow of the bridge, reflected in the blue sky under the shadow of the floating clouds, and reflected in the shadow of the pine forests on the mountain, reflected in the shadow of the kingfisher, reflected in the shadow of the dandelion clusters in the bank. The open daisies, too, reflect a beautiful reflection to the stream.
11, near, a running straight down the stream is flowing happily, the stream is flowing happily, the stream hit the stone, splashing the waves, ah, I seem to hear the stream in the singing, the sound is so crisp and pleasant. You see, the stream is so clear, clear to see the bottom, the stream on both sides of the wildflowers in the wind swaying, as if in a happy dance.
12. In summer, the brook is more charming. The water was sparkling by the sun, the surface of the water flashed, like dotted with a star. Children to the creek to pick up stones, throw to the creek, the creek splash, flying pearl rolling jade like the "pearl" sprinkled on both sides.
13, along the creek, continue to climb up to the depths of the canyon, feet on the water in the creek on the boulders, listening to the creek at the foot of the gurgling flow, tired of looking for a piece of stone to sit down, listening to the creek singing cheerfully, thirsty, scooped up a handful of creek water, Cherry Gully creek water is clear and sweet, a scoop of the entrance, and then a stream of crystal clear refreshing into the bottom of the lungs, a kind of maundy cleanse the mind cleanse the soul of the enlightenment feeling.
14, the water of the creek is crystal clear, there are some small fish playing in the water! Emerald green bamboo forest valley, birds chirping, bright sunlight, shining on the stream, the brook on the sparkling, as if the water on the surface of a layer of diamonds. The brook gurgled. A stone blocked their way, the water flowed over the top of the stone, splashing small snow-white flowers. The little splashes were crystal clear and fell into the stream with many dimples that swirled back and forth in the water.
15, dusk, I came to the creek, sitting on a stone under the shade of the willow, carefully inspect the creek's water color waves. The water is so clear that you can see the fish and gravel at the bottom of the stream. Looking at the sparkling water, the fatigue of the day is washed away, all the troubles of the world will be cleansed clean, the dust of the soul will be washed away. I really want to merge into this glassy water and become a drop in the emptiness and clarity. Weeping willow thin, willow branches painted with sparkling micro-pong hometown creek clear evening, our family walked on the bridge for a walk, which reminds me of the hometown creek.
17, the cool stream stroked my little feet, like to tickle me like, teased me "giggle" straight. I looked down to find those strange little stones in the water. Fixed eyes, ah, the stream in the water of the stone is very beautiful, the appearance of strange, some like eggs, some like chickens, some like mushrooms ...... but these stones are wearing a slippery green clothes, see my eyes dazzled.
18, the spring clean turquoise, the bottom of the pool everywhere out of the bright crystal beads bubble, a cluster, a string, large and small, staggered, scrambling, shining, really like diarrhea ten thousand dendrobium beads.
19, Xiangxi source of the stream, pure water, clear water, a glance down, you can see the bottom of the stream that colorful pebbles, as well as a group of fish playing hide-and-seek in the cracks. The bottom of the rocks near the stream has been eroded by the erosion of the stream for many years and eroded a small hole, laying a layer of green moss, looks more and more ancient and mysterious.
20, the stone road in front of my house, there is a crystal clear stream, its spring water is not dry for many years, all year round singing that harmonious and pleasant song, gentle, cheerful flow.